two.

And I am done with classes. How did this happen? How did my freshman year fly by so fast? It feels like I've lived in this room, known these people so much longer. Cleaning day is coming up. I took everything off my wall today- the butterfly wings from Liz, all the bible verses I put onto scrapbook paper, and the giant photo collage above my bed. I really hated it. There were so many memories. I remember the long talks at night with Evangeline that sparked the inspiration for a lot of the scripture. Pictures from Liz's birthday. September 17th. I didn't even know her a month at that point. Its just crazy. I hate to get all sentimental. Even taking the tacky purple tissue paper off my overhead lights got my upset. I now remember why I hated packing up to leave home in August. 

On the other end of the spectrum, I miss Brooklyn. I miss my family and my friends. I miss my best friend so much. I miss Prospect Park, long walks with no goal and coffee shops. 

This summer will leave me feeling somewhat in between, spending half of my time down South, and half of my time at home. I'm divided.  

My birthday is Saturday. Finals start Monday.